Training programme complete and back to the old routine

My two week training programme was brought to an end on Saturday afternoon, at about 3pm.  Thankfully I survived my way through it.

With Week One having me in full maid service it was very long days with Madam generally going to bed at about Midnight and wanting to be awoken with her tea at about 6.20am.  this normally meant in bed by 12.30am and that I was up at 5am (ish) to get ready, wash, clean myself inside and out, shower, dress and then prepare breakfast (depending on what Madam had stated the night before) then take her Tea up to her, with her tablet so that she can look at the newspapers online.

The hardest part of the day was actually limiting the online activity, and then getting into full work mode, we had hired a heavy duty carpet cleaner for the week so I have done all of the carpets in the house with it. all the rugs and all of the Curtains have been taken down (the heavy winter curtains cleaned and put away and the lighter summer curtains put up.  where we have blinds they were taken down and washed/ cleaned.  Over all the house had a full spring clean.

The one none maid related task had me in a set of coveralls (with lingerie underneath) doing some painting and maintenance on our gate.  Cleaning the metal work off, applying some hammerite paint and then getting into the motor to do some oiling and greasing.  Not particularly sissy tasks but something that needed doing – The gate was installed before we bought the place and it does need a twice yearly servicing but that is within my capabilities.  I just end up covered in paint and grease.

I have to say that the second week was the hardest.

The maths tests – I’m not bad at maths, that is a good thing for a Surveyor to be, however with the time constraints and the way the questions are written these tests aren’t easy to complete in the time allotted, you need to learn a technique to deal with them and then use it.  Madam knew how to set the parameters to make these a real challenge and she set the Bar quite high for me, anything less that 90% in each test would be a punishable fail – punishments would be with the paddle and on a sliding scale depending on the score.

90 and above – pass
80 and above – 3 with the paddle
70 and above – 5 with the paddle
60 and above – 7 with the paddle
59 and below – fail, 12 with the paddle

The typing tests were the challenge, for these Madam made me add the heavy bra fillers that I have (knee highs filled with rice), and on Monday I had to complete 200 lines correctly at a minimum speed of 20 words per minute.  this then increased to 500 lines by Wednesday onward.  Not an easy test and punishments were at Madam’s discretion but with the tawse.  Now added to this as a distraction I had Wednesday and Thursday as silence days with the gag.  That adds a whole new dimension to things.

so typing with a penis gag in place and a filled heavy bra means that you aren’t in your normal work posture, with large breasts you suddenly become aware of the benefits of touch typing – which I really struggle with at the best of times any way.

so as a result I ended up with more punishments for the typing than the Maths.  As a general rule I was averaging 6-8 with the tawse across my backside a night and 3-5 with the paddle (apart from the first night where I got 12 with the paddle – I had scored above 60 but Madam expected better from me!)

In terms of no sexual contact with Madam or Sir, that was really difficult.  yes I know I’m caged and I should be used to be frustrated but consider this fact – since being caged and with Sir and Madam being together I have had a far more active sex life that I had had for many years previously.  so to be cut off from it but to still be surrounded by it, to see it (Madam made a point of spending the evening in just her lingerie with a satin robe, and Sir tended to be either naked or in a light dressing  gown.)  To be made to listen to Madam masturbating with her toys while in the corner of the room and then being told to collect the toys and go and clean them (with water rather than with my tongue) or to be present when Sir and Madam have sex, knowing that you will not be participating is incredibly frustrating and hence some very damp knickers.  Its amazing how I can start to self milk with the butt plug while stood in a corner listening to things.